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palace of injustice

The palace of injustice, Breath is just a clock ticking. Without love, your heart is just A wind up toy. The chasm of sorrow. The channels of pain. Human beings, God's beloved virus. Billows of smoke, expelled from my lungs, Escaping my mouth like a prisoner from a chain gang. I exist trapped in a snow globe filled with Beethoven's 5th.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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